"Perfect tempo"
characters: Sona, Karthus, Mordekaser, Olaf, Yorick, Miss Fortune, Hecarim, Thresh, Kalista
Chapter I
"This is... This is definitely something different. I never thought I`ll be doing this with my pals... Hah... Very strong... Hah...!" Sona cheers herself with the cold beer can
holding it with both hands and contemplating in silence. The other band members were already on their way to sink in the mood. She was happy to see everybody having a good time.
SOmetimes they argue a lot, but when they are on stage they are gods.
"Mhm." Mordekaiser pats her back worrying about her wellbeing even if he can reads her mind as undead.
"Whats she said?" Olaf growls rubbing his cowboy hat tormenting by the alcohol.
She giggles a little at Olaf finding him manly relaxing on the comfortable leather one man chair.
"Agony, ecstasy, peace." Karthus was mumbling while the succulence of beer run through his dead organs weting the floor. "Every passing has a ugly side... that you must accept."
He finishes his royal speach half exhausted and dead.
"Karthus-sama!" Sona`s inner voice gasps as she gets up as fast as she could and comes near fainted singer. Even if she knew he was dead, she always cared for him and the other
members of the Pentakill.
Ignoring the reveling dying scene, Olaf continued his own flow. "Graggy Ice is music to my soul... If I have to remind you about someone." He pokes Morde even if the metal
suit wont feel a thing.
"Your sickness... sustains me."
"Bro!"
"What about Tresh?"
"I thought he was your friend, bro."
"Yeah, he is."
"Cmon man... tell me more." Olaf tries to get more from salty Morde who seems to hate talking when he`s drunk.
"Dude..." Morde sighs drinking more.
"He`s a support." Yorik passively low voice popped up as a stone. "Same as Sona."
Sona chuckled at Yorik voice from behind trying to hold as much as she could.
"Oh... I see... Wait! Did I hear something?" His iceborn fine ears twicth letting go of the hat on his back. "Did Sona make a sound...? I mean with her voice... You know..."
"Dayum." Sona`s inner voice bursts in danger.
"Eh...? You didn`t know she can actually talk?" Morde rubs his metallic helmet not impressed.
"Yeah. She can talk like all of us, but she stopped talking for a firm reason." Yorik voice was painful for Sona to not make her chuckle again. Now she`s holding her mouth with
both hands feeling short tears of laughing at the end of her eyes.
"Please stop it, Yorik...!" Her guiding inner was cheering up.
"Heh." Morde knew that Only he and Karthus can read her mind since they were undeads, so Yorik can`t get mad at her unspoken words. So he sighed and continued the splash beer
enjoying his barely tummy size. "Hail graggy us, guys!"
"Hail." Men repeated after him, as Sona was still cheering up with her unfinished can.